Get the door before your mom notices you.

“DAVID?” Sarah continues.

You wait till your reach the safety of the hallway before calling out.

“I GOT IT MOM, DON’T WORRY!” you respond whilst briskly jogging through the hall, and down the stairs, eventually halting at the intricately decorated front door of your mother's home.

“DING DING DING” the bell chimes relentlessly.

“Hold your horses, I’m coming!" you hiss with evident irritation in your voice as you swing open the polished wood barrier.

Without warning two toned, tan, outstretched arms dart forward ensnaring you in the embrace of the busty hispanic beauty at your doorstep.

"David!" She screeches in delight whilst sandwiching her disproportionately large breast tightly between your torsos.

“Gosh David, I never get to see you anymore kid!” She continues, still mid hug. “I swear, you come around our neck of the woods so little these days, I almost forgot what you looked like!”

With your chin resting on her shoulder, your view of her plentiful round ass stretching out her tight dress causes your magically modified monster member to twitch in excitement.

"Oh woah!” Sash trails off, simultaneously leaping back and releasing you from her nostalgic embrace.

“I’m sorry, I came at a bad time,” Sasha blurts out tearing her eyes away from your still exposed cock, and cringing yet more at her poor choice of words. "Oh my god eww," she squeals as her hands tug at the fabric surrounding the soggy cock shaped semen stain on her lower abdomen or her sluttly red dress.

Turns out, in your rush against time to avoid your seemingly inevitable exposure, you forgot to put your sweatpants back on. As well, it would appear as though Sasha, in her excitement, hadn't noticed either, until your cock had left it's mark, so to speak. Thus there you stood with your cock defiantly twitching in the presence of both Sasha and the entirety of the neighborhood.

"Oh shit,” you spout slamming the door shut and spinning around.

You were really racking up some creep points today. The women whom you'd known since you were walking in pampers just got an eye full of your fully grown erect penis.

"But then again... She isn't really though right?" you think out loud as a devilish grin creeps across your face. "Technically she's your personal cum slut, just like everyone else in blowjob-universe, right?"

Your cock jumps at the revelation. This whole "girls night out" thing is turning out to be far more interesting than you could have hoped.

A moment later you've procured the filthy cum soaked sweatpants and returned to the front door to find Sasha nervously twirling locks of her hair.

“My moms in the shower, she’ll be out soon, you can come in and sit down if you want.” you proclaim as you greet the Spanish beauty for the second time.

"Uh, actually i think I need to make a quick run to the little girls room to freshen up," she proclaims timidly, avoiding eye contact.

"Sure, its just up the stairs down the hall to the left." You reply gingerly.

Without another word , the voluptuous spaniard strolls up the stairs, leaving you to mindlessly stroke your cock at the sight of her incredibly short dress riding up her waist with each upwards step.

The nearly constant erection, from the endless teasing, is making you light headed and demands release. However, just as you are about to pursue your mothers gorgeous house guest a familiar angelic voice calls out to you from just beyond the peak of the staircase. Looking up you’re greeted with the voluptuous figure of your mother descending the stairs clad in the very same designer dress you so callously soiled just a short while ago.

“Who was at the door?” Sarah ask with a warm smile.

“It’s Sasha, I guess she’s joining us tonight?” you inquire slyly.

“I’m sorry baby, I forgot to tell you that a few friends of mine would be tagging along tonight.” Your mother replies as she reaches the base of the staircase. “Sweetheart, could you do me a quick favor?”

“Sure, what’s up?” You respond, whilst nervously shifting your oversized erection, hoping to hide it from the wandering eyes of your unsuspecting mother.

“Do you mind zipping up my dress,” Sarah ask, closing the distance between the two of you and spinning seductively on her heel to reveal the parted sections of her silky garbs.

The throb of your eager cock intensifies as your eyes come to rest on the painfully obvious semen stain on the fabric stretched across your mother’s succulent bottom. Your suspicions are confirmed, she is in fact wearing the very same dress that you had seen draped over her laundry hamper during your little peep show.

Taking a step forward you nervously comply with your mothers wish, slowly gripping the zipper just above her butt, between your thumb and forefinger and bringing it all the way up to the base of her neck. Meanwhile you’re completely unable to tear your eyes away from the mess you made as well as the perfectly round cheeks of your mothers ass.

“Thanks sweetheart I appreciate… oops,” Your mother’s gratitude is cut short as she bends over at the waist in front of your to pick up a hair clip she had accidentally dropped.

For just a moment, time seemed to slow down as Sarah’s dress rides up her thick ass to her lower back. Your heart pounds double time as a surplus of blood rushes to your cock, filling it with heat till it’s ready to burst. You can’t help but stare with your jaw hanging ajar at the sight of the cumdrenched panties being swallowed up by your mothers ass.

You can very hardly believe your own eyes. Not only had she not seemed to notice the painfully obvious off white smears on her dress, but some how she had also completely missed the fact that her panties were still wet with a strangers semen. Your mind races, desperately looking for a logical conclusion as a stray glob of semen trickles down your mother inner thigh, slowly creeping to a halt.

“wait a minute...what?” You think out loud, scratching your head.

At first it simply seemed that your mother was spending quite a bit of time picking up that hair clip. Possibly even putting on a bit of a show for her deranged son? However, something seemed off about the whole situation. Something that your could not quit put your finger on. Then it hit you. The deafening silence. Turning to look at the television you could see that the obnoxious characters of whatever show you had left playing were completely frozen as though the show had simply been paused.

It was more than that. It was frozen in time. Just like your mother…

“Wow, you did quite a number on this one eh?” Came a voice from nowhere.

“Woah!” Startled, you turn to face the intruder, only to be met with a familiarly long face…”Oh hey Able-Master, what are you doing here, mom will notice you….”

“Relax kid,” the Able-Master ensures you. “Geez you really are not to bright at all, a true gem of the public school system.”

“What’s going on?” You inquire hastily. “Did you do this?” You continue, motioning towards your mother and the television.

“It’s nothing special kid...not like the number you did on this fine piece of asses...ass.” He snorts, in amusement over his own pathetic pun.

“Hey man, you’re talking about my mom!” You retort in half hearted disgust.

“Weird, that didn’t seem to stop you from pumping her delicious looking backside to the brim with cum, huh?” He says shooting a creeping knowing horse grin.

“Ewww no,” You speak up hastily, “I didn’t… well, I mean…”

“Alright, alright,” He cuts in over your incoherent mumbling. “So tell me, how is it then that your dear old mom is prancing around with an ass crack full of semen?”

“Well...I sort of...uhm,” The right words seem to elude you.

“Spit it out bro, I want the juicy details,” Able-Master prods.

“I jerked off into her panties while she was in the shower... I was gonna toss them in the wash but I got distracted by the doorbell.” You explain nervously, cringing at the realisation of your deranged actions. “I can’t for the life of me figure out why she’d put them on looking like that, though.” You continue turning and wincing at your handy work.

“Did you want her to know?” The Able-Master inquires slyly.

“What?” You reply meekly.

“Didn’t I explain this to you already?” the Able-Master huffs clearly irritated by your extremely limited mental capacity. “This is your fantasy, it’s controlled by your mind.” He continues. “You clearly got yourself worked up over the thought of banging this slu… I mean romancing this beautiful creature. If you keep letting yourself worry so hard about getting caught, you’re going to will away her ability to notice your uhm...advances.”

A moment of deafening silence fills the room as your undersized brain struggles to wrap it’s very limited reach around the concept this mystical being is attempting to convey. However, it doesn’t take the Able-Master long to recognize the dumbfounded look on your face.

“Alright, kid listen and try and following along, it’s a simple concept. ”You don’t want your mother to know you blew an oversized load in her panties, so she doesn’t know.” the Able-Master explains sidestepping you for a better view of your mothers delectable assets.

“So she actually can’t tell that my...that, that stuff is there.” You inquiring, still obviously struggling with the reality of the situation.

“Dear lord, YES!” The Able-Master snaps back, causing you to jump a little. “As long as you keep letting the guilt ride you like a fair ride, over your very obvious desire to pump this chicks pipes, she’s going to stay completely unaware. Hence why I asked you earlier if you wanted her to know you had drenched her panties in baby making sauce.”

A torrent of relief washes over you at the reassuring words of the Able-Master, as you return your gaze to the erection inducing sight of your semen oozing from between Sarah’s firm round cheeks.

“Oooookay…” The Able-Master mutter awkwardly to break the silence. “Well, I got a lot of other errands to run, I just wanted to make sure your were alright kid.” He continues. “Remember to just give me a shout out if you need anything,”

“Yeah of course…” You reply turning back to see the Able-Master already gone, vanished into thin air.

“Alright honey, I’ll be just a few more minutes.” Your mother states excitedly, standing upright and straightening out her dress as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. “You’ll let Sasha know, won’t you?” She says spinning around and flashing your a motherly smile.

“Uh….yeah, sure.” You reply struggling to keep composure after time suddenly resumes, without warning.

With that your mother is off, back to doing whatever it is women do when they take hours to get ready.

“Hey David,” Sasha calls from the top of the stairs, startling you. “I just passed your mother in the hall, she looks gorgeous!”